Moving spheres

[Ebiris]

No, we've made our point, lets go home.

[Anastasia]

Simple enough. Once back in Liberton, you go to your quarters, working. The creation of simple things, while feeling the pulse of war. War.

You feel the pulse of conflict in Celestia. A massive conflict boiling and raging, flames and light dancing together in a dance of death.

You feel the slithering tendrils of war, reaching out. Some take them in hand, others reject them.

WAR.

A cry of battle. A cry of a great titan astride two horses, riding amidst the conflict. He looms above it, a scarred figure in heavy armor, face hidden by a full helmet. In your bones and soul, you know that Tempus rides.

[Ebiris]

Alicia sits up straight at that.

Will you join this war, Foehammer? And who's banner will you favour?

[Anastasia]

I WILL JOIN NEITHER SIDE. I WILL RIDE AMID THE WAR. LET THE WAR RAGE, FOR IT HAS BEEN LONG IN COMING.

[Ebiris]

And thus Sylica needn't be drawn in quite yet.

Then may you find what you seek.

[Anastasia]

A knock a few moments later.

"Alicia," Antenora asks, coming in after a moment. She is clad in her armor, a rolled up scroll in hand. "Have you had dealings with the Authority of Absolution?"

[Ebiris]

"Hello Antenora, I actually haven't no," she shakes her head. "The Authorities and I haven't really crossed paths, my dealings with Celestia tend to be either with Romiel or the Hebdomad. Have they reached out to you?" she looks at that scroll she's carrying.

[Anastasia]

"Yes," Antenora agrees, putting the scroll away once seen. "Cerulean Joy send this to me, asking to see myself whenever possible considering the war, as well as yourself and Syala if possible."

[Ebiris]

"Did she say what she wants to talk about in particular?" Alicia asks. "She's welcome to visit and we'd certainly make time for her."

[Anastasia]

"A matter of great importance to all of us," Antenora says, "But she was not specific."

[Ebiris]

"Curious," Alicia says. "I'll invite her over, then."

Cerulean Joy, I received word of your missive to Antenora. You are welcome to visit Sylica and discuss matters with the three of us today.

[Anastasia]

You can her her thought in return.

'Thank you. I must ask to be able to come when I am able. Matters of war occupy me now.'

[Ebiris]

Then we will await your presence.

"She said she'd come when she's able but couldn't commit to a timescale," she tells Antenora. "Busy with the war."

[Anastasia]

"Then it's not truly urgent, or as urgent as the war," Antenora comes in and sits, focusing. For a moment a glass she has flickers, but nothing happens. Holding her glass up silently to you, "It's the easiest and yet the hardest part of this. I can begin to feel how I can press my will into Creation, yet as Amaryl said, it's so hard to actually do it."

[Ebiris]

"Like an apprentice trying to cast fireball. You know the gestures, you know the words, you know exactly what the spell does... you just don't have the kick to make it happen," Alicia nods understandingly. "Even with Mystra showing me so much, fundamentally I had to grow into these skills on my own. And it's not just that, part of it comes from faith, being bolstered by those who pray to me, and part of it comes from... being and embodying what I purport to represent."

She leans closer to Antenora. "Eblis has no church, but whether that's preference or if he truly would derive nothing from faith I'm afraid I don't know. Have you heard any prayers directed at you yet?"